Flashback to 2000: The two 18 year old TGIF starlets tore into each other with a ferocity that few had anticipated. Their pleated skirt mini-dresses had quickly been reduced to tattered shreds as Danielle and Jodie fought like snarling wildcats. At one point, the two bosom-blessed actresses engaged in a duel of breast smashes, Sweetin's 36D and Fishel's 36C 'girls' slamming into one another again and again, as both beauties were determined to knock the other down. However, this ended in a draw as neither was able to overwhelm the other.
As the battle wore on, their alabaster skin, now slick with sweat, became marred by scratches and bruises, and their hair became tangled manes. They panted heavily for breath as they struggled to war on, drawing heavily upon whatever reserves of strength they had left. Suddenly, it looked as though Jodie was on the cusp of triumph; as a dazed Dani was on all fours, the blonde jumped onto her back, grabbed a scrap of Fishel's own ruined dress, and wrapped it around Fishel's throat. As the brunette gasped in breathless panic, Sweetin smirked and taunted her with, "You really thought you could beat me? That you're better than me?
As if!"
Fishel coughed as the makeshift garrote tightened around her neck. Knowing she was but moments away from defeat, she felt her adrenalin pump, and with her last vestiges of strength, she reared up on her knees. Startled, Jodie was unable to stay atop this sudden bucking bronco, and she tumbled backward, her head cracking against the carpeted floor as she landed with a thud, momentarily stunning her.
But then moment was all Danielle needed. Whirling around, she flung herself down upon the prone body of her rival, pinning her by grapevining the blonde's legs with her feet, while pressing her arms to the floor. Fishel then pressed her breasts down open the face of Sweetin, the sweat of both young women forming an airtight seal as Jodie's mouth and nose were engulfed by her foe's bounty, suffocating her. Jodie squirmed, but escape proved impossible, and soon enough she ceased to move altogether as she succumbed to inky slumber.
